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CONTENTS. 


Page. 


Taia,  of  Thebks 
Thothmes,  of  Kaknak 
Xan-tze,  of  Xt;AN-KiN(; 

CH0M-SIN,0F  KiN-VLEN 

Calyce, OF  Athens 

TyRT^US,  OF  CORrNTH 

Claudia,  of  Rome 
Vespasian,  of  Rome 
Hadasseh,  of  Tiberius 
Gamaliel,  of  Jekusalem 

GwEXCH'LAN,  of  SoiSSONS 

Friedmunda,  of  Chalons 
Ranghilda,  of  Lunde 
Sigurd,  of  Jomsburg 
Zahra, of  Bagdad 
Abulcasen,  of  Damascus 
Lippo,  OF  Florence 

GUISTINA,  OF  FeRRARA       . 

Gideon,  OF  Tavistock 
Audrey,  of  York 
Gabrielle,  of  Toulon 
Andre,  of  Paris 
Jonathan,  of  1'oston 
Dorothy,  ov  Piiiladki.i'hia 


1500  B.  C. 
1500  B.  C. 
800  H.  C. 
800  B.  C. 
400  B.  C. 
400  B.  C. 
50  B.  C. 
44  E.  C. 
A.  D.  90 
A.  D.  70 
A.  D.  475 
A.  D.  475 
A.  D.  850 
A.  D.  850 
A.  I).  II  50 
A.  D.  I  150 
A.  D.  1434 
A.  D.  1434 
A.  D.  1644 
A.  D.  1644 
A  I).  1720 
A.  D.  1720 
A.  D.  1S13 
A.  D.  181  2 


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LIST  OF  ILLUSTRATIONS. 


Taia,  of  Thebes 
Thothmes,  of  Karnak 
Nan-tze,  of  Ngan-king 
Chom-sin,  of  Ki\-YrE\ 
Calyce,  of  Athens 
Tyrtz-eus,  of  Corinth 
Claudia,  of  Rome 
Vesi'asian,  of  Rome 
Hadasseh,  of  Tiberius 
Gamaliel,  of  Jerusalem 
Gwench'lan,  of  Soissons 
Friedmunda,  of  Chalons 
Ranghilda,  of  Lunde 
Sigurd,  of  Jomsburg 
Zahra,  of  Bagdad 
Abulcasen,  of  Damascus 
l,ipi'o,  of  Florence 
GuisrrNA,  of  Ferrara 
Gideon,  of  Tavistock 
Audrey,  OF  York 
Gabrielle,  of  Toulon 
Andre,  of  Paris 
Jonathan,  of  Boston 
Dorothy,  of  Philadelphia 


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YOUTH    IN    TWELVE    CENTURIES 


TAIA,    OF    THEBES. 

1500    B.   C. 

Under  the  temple's  shadow 

Within  her  palace  gates, 
The  golden  snood  of  the  virgin 

Binding  her  thick  black  hair. 
Calling  her  silken  litter, 

Taia  the  Theban  waits  ; 
While  hymning  of  priest  and  maiden 

Soars  through  the  quiet  air, 
Rising  to  Isis,  the  Giver, 
As  they  march  to  the  Sacred  River. 

Soon  with  the  long  train  moving 

Over  the  waiting  lands, 
Through  waving  tufts  of  palm-trees 

Cooling  the  springs  below, 
Where  the  shade  of  the  Sphinx  falls  grateful 

Over  the  burning  sands, 
To  their  pagans  of  joy  will  be  added 

Her  accents  sweet  and  low  ; 
Rising  to  Isis,  the  Giver, 
As  they  march  to  the  Sacred  River. 


II 


THOTHMES,    OF    KARNAK. 

1500    B.   C. 

Bring  forth  the  chariot,  Strabo, 

And  deck  the  steeds  with  pride  ; 
To-day  amid  my  father's  train 

In  princely  garb   I   ride  ! 
No  more  for  me  our  boyish  games 

Or  comrades'  jocund  call, 
No  more  with  fleet  foot   in  the  race 

To  chase  the  flying  ball  — 
Who  once  puts  youth's  bright  garments  on, 

Lays  childhood's  joy  aside. 

Now  for  the  clash  of  shield  and  lance, 

The  shock  of  legions  hurled 
On  gory  fields,  till  victory  rests 

With  standard  fair  unfurled  ! 
Thou  dread  Osiris  !  who  doth  watch 

Above  the  deeds  of  men, 
Inspire  my  soul  and  nerve  mine  arm 

Till  in  me  lives  again 
The  spirit  that  raised   P2gypt  up 

As  Mistress  of  the  World. 

12 


TAIA,    OF  THEBES. 


THUTIIMKS,    OF    KAkXAK. 


NAX-'JZK,    Ol"    XGAX-KIXG. 

800    I!.    C. 

To  wander  in   the   gloaniinu^ 

B}-  the  Yangtse's   yellow  sands 
To  fret  the  shining  j^lumage 

Of  my  pheasant's  golden   wing. 
To  hear  the   bittern   croaking 

Across  the  marsh}-  lands, 
Or  mid  the  banyan  shadows 

To  hear  the  bulbul   sing. 

—  What  else  is  left  to  fill 

A  maiden's  heart  and  hands  ? 

Roses  of  love  and   j^leasure 

My  brother's  coming  greet  ; 
Glad  toi-  his  hand's  strong  clasiMn<r 

The  warrior's  glorv  waits. 
Over  his  fortunate   jxathwav 

The  sun   shines   fair  and   sweet, 
Joy  of  the  future  beckons 

And  opes  her  welcoming  gates, 

—  What  ]^ath   but   sorrow  lies 
Before  a  maiden's  feet  ? 

'7 


CHOM-SIN,  OF    KIN-YUKN. 

cSoo  r..  c. 

Little  I  care  for  the  glamour 

y\iKl  fame  of  princely  deeds  ! 
Little   1   care  for  the  glory 

And  tinsel  of  soldiers'  joys  ! 
Rather   I'd  chase  the  ball 

With  the  noisy   chattering  boys  ; 
Or  measure  my  gaudy  treasures 

Of  pipes  and   kites  and  toys, 
Lying  in  golden   sunshine 

On  mats  of  rushes  and  reeds  ! 

Plague  on  the  ruby  button 

And  peacock  feathers  of  state  ! 
—  When  murderous  hordes  of  the  Mongols 

P^rom  over  the  mountains  come, 
Striking  with  barbarous  strength 

In  fury  savage  and  dumb, 
Let  others  go  forth  to  meet  them 

With  spear  and  dagger  and  drum, 
I'd  rather  look  out  on  the  battle 
From  behind  the  sheltering  gate  ! 
18 


NAN-TZK,    OK    NGAN-KINC 


CHOM-SIN,    OK    KIN-VUEN. 


CALVCE,    OF    ATHENS. 

400    I!.    C. 

Under  the  marble  arch 

Of  the  inner  court  remote, 
Harking"  the  peaHng  music 

That  rings  in  the  jo_y-bells'   note, 
While  in  the  street  without, 

And  the  thronging   market-places, 
They  welcome  the  crowned   lord, 

Victor  of  games  and  races, 
With  surging-  thunders  of  sound 

And  clamor  of  hoarse  glad  throat, 

—  What  is  it  all  to  me, 

Barred  from  life's  tumult   sweet, 
Hearing  but  echoes  of  all 

That  passes  in  hall   or  street  ; 
Ah  !     but  for  one  swift  glance 

Where  his  glorious  path  rejoices 
Through   arches  triumphant  of  palm 

And  jubilant   greeting  of  \-oices  ! 
To   drop  one  red,  red   rose 

To  be  crushed  by  his  conquering  feet ! 
23 


TVRT/EUS,  01^'    CORINTH. 

400    I!.    C. 
(OiiLsii/c-  till-  Sacred  Gro7\:  oj  Jiipittr.) 

C)   DAY  beloved  of  gods  and   ineii, 

In  happy  omen  rise  ! 
Smoke  on   the  altar-stone  of  Zeus, 

()  joyous  sacrifice  ! 
For  now  within   the  Sacred   (irovc 

The  chanting  priests  proclaim 
The  opening  of  those  lofty  rites, 

Whose  end  shall  give  to  fame 
Another  liero,  and  to  Greece 

One  more  immortal  name  ! 

See  how  the  thronging  athletes  press 

The  fair  01)'mpian  meads  ; 
Boeotian  wrestlers  ;    and  the  straight 

Swift  race  that  Sparta  breeds  ; 
Strong  charioteers   of  Thessal)  ; 

And  Thracian   spearsmen  bra\e  ; 
—  Ah  !     if  but  once  mine  ardent  foot 

Might  press  the  stadium's  pave 
What  higher  gift  of  gods  or  men 

Could  hope  or  glory  crave  ! 
24 


CAI.VCE,    OF    ATHENS. 


TYK'ITEUS,    OK    CORINTH. 


CLAUDIA,  OF    ROME. 

50  n.  c. 

0  DAWN  of  the  gods  beloved 
How  rarely  thy  coming  thrills  — 

To-dav  we  u"o  to  the  villa 

On  the  crest  of  the  Alban   Hills! 
Freely   I   change  for  its  freedom 

The  splendor  of  court  and  hall, 
The  splash  of  the  marble  fountain, 

The  glow  of  the   pictured  wall, 
The  mirrors  of  shining  silver  — 

Gladly  I  leave  them  all. 

1  tire  of  the  glittering  sameness 
That   marks  the  splendid  town  1 

But  there,   through   golden   \-ine}-ar(ls, 

h'air  cascades  sparkle  down. 
Branches  of  cyjircss  and   olixe 

Tangle  the  sunshine  still, 
The  wood-do\'es  coo  iii  the  branches, 

And   sweet  leaves  dance  at  will 
To  the  hvmn   of  the  Vestal  X'irgins 

On  the  beautiful   Alban    Hill. 

2(j 


VESPASIAN,  OF    ROME. 
44  15.  c. 

"  Come  forth  !  Come  fortli  !  my  Titus," 

The  young  Vespasian  calls  : 
*'  Nor  rest,  nor  sleep,   have  place  to-night 

Within  the  city's  walls  ; 
The  gates  are  choked  with   crowding, 

The  air  is  rent  with  cries, 
A   thousand  torches'  flaming  light 

Defy  the  gloomy  skies 
AMiere  the  great  Consul,  done  to  death 

By  J^rutus'  dagger,  lies  ! 

"  Drop  from  your  hand  the  unrolled  chart, 

And  fling  the  stylus  by  ; 
What  are  such  teachings  worth  to  us 

When  such   a  man  could  die  ! 
More  than  all   fame  their  lore  can  bring, 

Give  me  to  say  instead 
—  What  time  the  thin  white  frosts  of  age 

Shall  rest  upon  my  head  — 
'  A   boy,  in   Rome,  mine  eyes  once  looked 

Upon  our  C?esar —  dead  !  '  " 


CLAUDIA,    OF     ROME. 


VKSPASIAN,    OF    RUxME. 


HADASSEH,  OF   TIBERIAS. 

A.  n.  90. 

Come  to  the  house-top,   Rachel  ! 

The  waning  day  droops  low  ; 
W^rap  round  thy  braids  the  Tyrian  scarf, 

For  cool  the   ni<;ht  winds  blow  ; 
And  bring  thy  light  stringed  nebel 

To  aid  the  sad  sweet  song 
That  sings  in  every  Jewish  heart 

Its  tale  of  grief  and  wrong  — 
While  o'er  the  lake  Gennesareth 
The  red  sun  sinks  to  meet  its  death  ! 

Bid  from  the  inner  terrace 

Amrah,  the  bond-maid,  bring 
Fresh  wheatcn  cakes  and  honey. 

Clear  water   from  the  spring ; 
Here  we  will   take  our  evening  meal, 

And  rest,   till  floating  by 
The  pale  moon   sails  her  magic  boat 

Across  the  deep  blue  sky. 
And  in  the  lake  Gennesareth 
The  red  sun  sinks  to   meet  its  death  ! 


GAMALiia.,  oi-  ji:risaiJ':m. 

A.  n.  70. 

O   VKRUSiiALAiM  the   Holy! 

The  crown  of  thy   peace  is  fled  ! 
Under  the  yoke  of  the  spoiler 

The  pride  of  thy  hfe  hath  sped  ! 
Low  are  the  climbing  arches 

Of  thy  Temple   wondrous  fair, 
Like  a  sheaf  of  silver  fountains 

That   rose  through   the  sunlit  air, 
And  under  the  wreck  of  its  glory 

The  priests  of  thy  faith   lie  dead  ! 

From  the  place  of  our  power  and  gladness, 

Whither  we  go  who  knows  ? 
From  halls  of  our  fathers   to  bondage  ; 

From  arms  of  our  mothers   to  blows  ; 
To  chains  and  thirst  and   hunger  ; 

To  toil  on  the  strangers'   shore  ; 
To  serve  at  the  Roman's   table  ; 

To  bend  at  the   Roman's  oar  — 
Jehovah  !    Thou  God  of  the   Mighty  ! 

Remember  thy  people's  woes  ! 
7.6 


HADASSEH,    OF    TIliKRIAS. 


GAMALIEL,    OK    J  ICkUSALKM. 


GWENCH'LAN,  OF   SOISSONS. 

A.   I).  475. 

Trained  for  the  chase  and  the  foray; 

Fearless  in  danger  and  woe  ; 
Eager  for  strife  and  for  glory  ; 

Cruel  to  sla\"e  and  to  foe  ; 
Light   is  his  foot   in   the  dance 

When  cymbal  and  harp-notes  call, 
But   swift   from  his  hand    in   battle 

The  rain  of  the  spear-points  fall  — 
Hoch  !    for  the   son  of  Chararic  ! 

Hoch  !    for  Gwench'lan  the  Gaul  ! 

Eyes  of  the  hawk    look  forth 

From  under  his  martial  crest  ; 
Steel  is  his  sinewy   arm  ; 

Fire  is  the  heart   in  his  breast  ; 
Hither  the  silver  armilla, 

And  hither   the  chain  of  gold, 
For  young  is  the   boy  in   years, 

But  valor  hath   made  him  old  — 
Hoch  !    for  the  son  of  Chararic  ! 

Hoch  !    for  (i  wench 'Ian  the  Bold  ! 
41 


FRl  EDMUND  A,  OF    CHALONS. 

A.  U.    475. 

Llantildis  !     Llantiklis ! 

Now  wherefore  dreaming  there, 
While  onward  to  the  Field  of  Mars 

Press  Jarl  and  Prince  and   P'rere  ! 
Doth  our  dull  life  so  many  strands 

Of  joy  and  brightness  hide 
Thou  canst  forego  so  brave  a  sight 

As  when  the  warriors  ride, 
At  joust  and    tournay  playing, 

To  silver  trumpets  braying  ! 

Nay  !    never  heed  thy  tresses  ; 

The  braids  are  smooth  and  bright  ; 
Snatch  thy  long  mantle  from  the  bench 

And  set  thy  veil  aright ; 
Nor  care  to-day  if  in  the  web 

No  single  stitch  is  set. 
Nor  if  against  the  cage's  bars 

Thv  i)et  birds  moan   and  fret, 
—  V)\\1  haste  where  sword-stnjkes  flashing, 

Beat  time  on  bronze   shields  clashing! 
42 


GWKXCH'i.AN,    UK    SOISSUNS. 


IKIKDMUNUA,    OK    CHALONS. 


RANGHILDA,    OF    LUNDE. 

A.  D.    850. 

Look  at  my  bracelets,   Gudrun, 

Heavy  with  gold  and   pearl, 
Snatched  from  the  dead   white  arm 

Of  a  timid  Danish  girl  ! 
And  liere  be  necklets  of  silver 

And  tunics  of  silken  sheen, 
Torn  from  the  regal  treasure 

Of  some  pallid    Eastern  queen, 
And  brought  from  red   fields  of  slaughter 
To  the  feet  of  the  Sea  King's  daughter ! 

Cover  the  floor  with  rushes. 

Kindle  the  fires  in  the  hall. 
Hide  with   the   broidered  arras 

The  beams  of  the   smoke-stained  wall ; 
Freyga  !     Mother  of  Heroes  ! 

Thanks  for   th}-  bounteous  hand, 
That   wins  for  us  si)oil  and  glor)' 

On   the  shore  of  the   stranger's  land, 
And  brings  from  the  blood-stained   water 
New  joy  for  the  Sea  King's  daughter  ! 

47 


SIGURD,    OF   JOMSHURG. 

A.  n.   850. 

Down   through   tlic    Dronthcim   fiord 

Sail  the  ships  lightly, 
On   their  decks  shield  and   sword 

Shine,  gleam  brightly, 
\Mking  and  hero  stand. 

Armor  on   shoulder, 
Stern  eyes  and  stature  grand 

Awe  the  beholder  — 
How  doth  my  heart   beat  high, 
With   them  to  fight  or  die  ! 

When   flows   the  mead  at   night 

And  scalds    are  singing 
Deeds  of  the   Norseman's  might 

To  harp-strings   ringing, 
II"   in   the  song  of  fame. 

Of  good   blows   telling, 
I   could  but  hear  my   name 

In   wild   shouts   swelling  — 

'rh(M- !   for  that   moment  high, 

Glad  at  thv  feet    I'd  die  ! 

48 


KANC.HILDA,    OF    LUNDK. 


SIGURD.    OK    JOMSBURG. 


ZAHRA,    OI'    BAGDAD. 

A.   I).     I  I  50. 

Now  who  hath  seen  my  Zahra  ? 

Too  long  hath  she  been  roaming, 
And  dancing"  to  the  castanets 

Beneath  the  date  tree's  shade  : 
Here  waits  the  empty  water-jar 

And  soon  will   fall   the  gloaming  — 
But  who  can  put  a  woman's  head 

On  shoulders  of  a  maid, 
Or  teach  that  life's  true  measure, 
Is  Duty  first  —  then   Pleasure! 

Oh  daughter,  little  daughter  ! 

Here  lies  the  wheat   for  kneading, 
And   there  thine  idle  shuttle 

Rests  empty  b)'  the  loom  ; 
O  who  hath  seen  my  Zahra 

Or  whither  is  she  speeding  ? 
Alas  !   'tis  hard  to  look  for  fruit 

WHien  youth   is  all  abloom, 
Or  teach   that  life's  best   measure, 
Is  Duty  first     -then   Pleasure  I 


ABULCASEN,    OF    DAMASCUS. 

A.  D.     I  I  50. 

Fleet  foot  of  the  desert ! 

Thou  steed  of  my  pride  ! 
'Tis  the  voice  of  thy  master 

That  calls  to  his  side  ! 
With  the  star  of  the  prophet 

Set  fair  on  thy  brow, 
And  thy  swift  step  as  lii;"ht 

As  the  bird  on  the  bough, 
Like  the  flight  of  an  arrow 

Afar  let  us  ride. 

The  crescent  grows  dim 

As  the  cross  waxeth  bright, 
The  sun  of  our  people 

Is  sinking  in  night  ; 
Still,  still,  as  we  bound 

O'er  the  sand  of  the  plain, 
My  steel  at  my  side 

And  my  hand  on  thy  rein, 
I  find  the  lost  glory  ! 

I  feel  the  old  might ! 

54 


ZAHRA,  OF    BA(;DAD. 


AliULCASEN,  OK    DAMASCUS. 


LIPPO,    OF    PI.ORKXCE. 
A.  I).    1434. 

Blue  is  the  wonderful  sky 

Of  P'irenze,  the  fairest  of  cities. 

Clamor  of  voices  and  bells 

Rings  through  the  jubilant  air, 

Banners  are  hung  on  the  walls, 
Poets  are  singing  their  ditties. 

While  Cosmo  the  Medici  rides 
With  his  retinue,  lordly  and  fair, 
Through  welcoming  shouts  of  the  square 

And  out  to  the  farthest  gates 

Surge  laughter  and  music  blended, 
And  into  the  darkest  lane 

Creeps  something  of  sunshine  and  glee; 
Nay  !  let  them  talk  as  they  will 

Of  times  and  of  men   more  splendid. 
Never  were  days  of  the  world 

More  wondrous  than  those  I  see. 

With  their  promise  of  glory  for  me  ! 

59 


GUISTINA,    OF    FERRARA. 

A.  D.     1434. 

Here  in  the  convent  garden, 

With  pencil   and  with   books. 
I  commune  with   the  glory 

And  the  souls  of  other  times  ; 
I  read  delight  and  beauty 

In   nature's  loving  looks, 
And  weave  my  maiden  fancies 

Across  my  poet's  rhymes  — 
Here  in  the  convent  garden 

With  pencil  and  with  books. 

And  if  sometimes  like  summer  clouds 

Across  a  summer  sky, 
Vague  longings,  —  swift  as  shadows, 

Across  the  sunshine- — cree]i, 
To  join  the  laughing  maidens 

Who  carol  dancing  by, 
As  on  the  bright  campagna 

They  watch  the  browsing  sheep  — 
'Tis  but  a  passing  summer  cloud 

Below  a  summer  sky  ! 

60 


LIPPO,  OF    FLORENCE. 


i;ri>  II  \.\.   (  )[■•    KKKRAkA. 


GIDEON,  OF  TAVISTOCK. 

A.  D.     1644. 

A  PLAGUE  take  all  this  foolin<^ 
Of  musty  books  and  schooling, 
'Tis  well  enough  for  coward  folk 

Whose  blood  is  pale  and   ]K)or  ! 
And  out  on  all  their  preaching 
Of  learning  and  of  teaching  ! 
'Tis  honor  lifts  the  gentleman 

Above  the  paltry  boor  — 
Red  honor,  snatched  from  fields  of  blood, 

Like  this  of  Marston  Moor  ! 

Full  well  my  tongue  rehearses 
Brave  Greek  and  Latin  verses, 
But  glad   I'd   put  sucli  prating  by 

If  thus  I  might  secure 
To  be  but  three  years  older, 
To  stand  with  gun  on  shoulder, 
And  strike  for  holy  England's  right 

One  good  blow  strong  and  sure 
Beside  my  sire,   on  such  a  field 

As  this  of  Marston   Moor  ! 

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AUDREY,    OF    YORK. 

A.   1).     1644. 

Swift  with  the  dexterous  needle, 

Slow  with  the  clumsy   pen, 
Poor  in  the  knowledge  of  books, 

But  rich  in  the  knowledge   of  men ; 
Learned  in  housewife  lore, 

Skilled  as  nurse  and  as  leech, 
Pure  and  sweet  in  the  soul, 

Strong  and  true  in  the  speech  — 
Many  a  Master  of  Arts 

Could  Audrey  the   Puritan   teach. 

Wholesome  in  person  and  taste. 

Prudent  and  formal  and  kind, 
Swift  of  temper  and   wit, 

Slow  of  fancy  and  mind, 
I^fty  and  proud  with   the   rich, 

Humble  and  fond   witli   the   low. 
Loving  and  leal   to  the   friend. 

Haughty  and  fierce  to  the  foe  — 
Blessed   and  fair  is  the  land 

Where  maidens  like  Audrey  shall  grow. 
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GIDEON,    OF    TAVISTOCK. 


AUURliV,    OF    YORK. 


GABRIELLK,    OF    TOULON. 

A.  D.     1720. 

O  THE  court  of  the  king ! 
Only  to  tread  in   its  measures, 
Only  to  join  in  its    pleasures, 
Feel  its  bris;-ht  witchery  round  me, 

Take  what  its   riches  can  give  ! 
Here  may  be  lov^e  true    and  tender, 
l^ut  the  dull  weight  of  this   splendor 
Hangs  like  a  fetter  about  me  ; 

There  at  the  court  one  could  live  ! 

Fleet!}'  my  fancy  takes  wing ! 
Here  is  but  dullness  and  duty  ; 
There  is  the  glamour  of  beauty. 
Here  is  but  sameness  and  longing. 

There  all  that  gladness  can   bring. 
Here  drag  the  wearisome  hours  ; 
There  dance  the  days  through  the  flowers- 
O  but  to  breathe  of  their  fragrance 

At  the  beautiful  court  of  the  king  ! 

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ANDRE,    OV    I'ARIS. 

A.   1).     1720. 

To-^A^■  we  ride  to  the  hawking, 

In   tlie  forest  of  Fontaineblcau, 
1   at  the  king's  right  hand 

With   his   hooded  l)ird  on   ni)-   fist, 
And  the  train  of  Ladies  and   Lords 

On   palfreys  curxcting  slow, 
Or  bounding  through   hedgerow  and  field 

Whither  their  fancies  list. 
And  falcons  with   silver   bells 

Leashed  at   pommel  and   wrist. 

And  the  hollowed-eyed,  hungry  canaille 

Will   gather  to  see  us   jxiss  ; 
Little  we  care  for  their  silence 

And  less  for  their  mutterinLr  cries  — 
While  the  ladies'   silken  gowns 

Will  brush  the  dew  from  the  grass, 
As  they  listen  to  sonnet  and  song 

In   praise  of  their  lips  and  their  eyes, 
And  the  murmur  of  joy   re[)eats 

The  laugh  of  the  summer  skies. 
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GABRIELLE,   OF    TOULON. 


ANIJRK,  OK    PARIS. 


JONATHAN.    :)F    HOSION. 

A.    1).      I813. 

And  so  tlu-  Shannon   in   battle 

Has  taken   the  Chesapeake, 
With    Lawrence   her  brave  commander 

Mortallv   hurt    in    tlie    fii;ht  ! 
Well,   let   them   joy   in   their  spoil  ; 

Poor  are  our  jieople  and   weak, 
But  poorer  and   weaker   befoi'e. 

We  forced  them   to   yield   us  our  ri<;ht, 
And   the  soul   of  a  nation   is  stronger 

I'han   armoi-  or   sinew   of  mii;-ht  ! 

Often   my   Cjran"ther  has   told 

The  tale  of  the  olden   time. 
'I'he  stai-xing-  at  Valle\-   Forge, 

'I"he  battle-fields   piled   with   slain, 
The  marching  a-thirst  and   a-cold, 

The  story  of  deeds  sublime  ; 
Let   L^ngland   forget,  an'   she  will, 

The  record   they   wrote  so  jilain. 
The  land   they  bought   with   their  blood 

Shall   nex'cr  be  liers  again  1 

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DOROTHY,   OF    PHILADELPHIA. 

A.  D.     1812. 

Come  hither,  child,  this  minute, 
And  leave  that  jino-ling  spinnet, 
There's  no  such   music    in   it 

As  these  rumors   stranij;e  and   new! 
This  talk   of  warlike  nations. 
And  hostile   declarations, 
These  calls  for  arms   and   rations  — 

Is  there  no  part  for  you 
But   routs  and  balls,  when   P^-eedom   calls 

P\)r  loyal  hearts  and   true  ? 

Call   Nancy  as   she  j^aces 
The  minuet's   slow   i;Taces, 
Bid    Patty  from  her  laces, 

Her  patches  and  her  frills  ; 
We  need  the  time  they're  spending 
P^or  making  and  for   mending. 
For  knitting  and    for  tending, 

p^or  ready   hands   and   wills, 
'Till   Peace  once  more  from   shore  to  shore 

?vlakes  glad  our  happy  hills. 
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JONATHAN,    OF    BOSIOM. 


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